I stand by the door in the spitting image of a particur gate guard who worked outside of a town that I once lived in. Of course, it was all a dream, but who cares? This guard died in the insurrection, and I killed him myself. Not really a shame, but disappointing.

  Walta floats, as the wind does, in the middle of the room, above the table that Eth just summoned. He quickly swishes down to simute sitting in one of the chairs. The crab takes up one side of the table, dirty and blowy on the other long side, and Eth at the head. The side facing me is empty except for a chair.

  "Chaos, what are you doing? Why do you look like a man?" Eth frowns at me. Why in the world is everyone just suddenly obeying Eth all of a sudden? I think about it for a moment, and decide that I have nothing to lose. I change my disguise to a disturbing cat-person-thing (that is naked again, but concealed, so is it okay?) and sit in the chair. They seem surprised at my actions for some reason.

  I wait for a moment. "Are we gonna get on with it? Otherwise, I'm outta here." I begin to stand up and leave, taking the chair, but leaving the duplicate I created there.

  "Wait! No, no. We'll start! Right, Eth?" The brown one says, and Eth seems to shake something off, then nods, and I get back into the duplicate chair, setting the original behind me. Nobody will ever notice that. I hate my fucking seat. Why does it have to be the one facing the damn stairs? They obviously don't know, otherwise they would have accommodated my every desire I DESERVE IT FOR WHAT I WENT THROUGH CREATORIFYOUARETHERELSTNTOMEUBSTRD-

  "Alright, We shall begin." Oh, something's happening. The dy across from me begins her speech. "Now that Chaos is here, I want to speak about a few things, such as the new members of our so-called pantheon, and perhaps some rules. As the first of us, and the only one of us to have met the Creator, it only stands to reason that I would have a responsibility towards seeing that our collective behavior is reasonable.

  "For the first order of business,I would like to receive introductions to the two newest members of our... for now, we shall call it a pantheon, in honor of Chaos's theory of godhood."

  Wick raised her hand. Eth gestured for her to go on. "So does that mean that we are gods? That's a bit crazy, isn't it?"

  I look her straight in the eyes, and say "Can you remember your dream? Is what you can do impossible? Then you must be a goddess." I sit back and proceed to ignore their stares. I can't tell what they're thinking, but I haven't let stares get to me before. "continue, Order."

  She jerks in her seat. "Of course. As I was saying before Chaos interrupted me, I would like for us each to introduce ourselves, so that we all know who the others are. We shall start with the eldest, and move downwards in seniority. I shall begin."

  Eth puts a hand on her chest, "I am Eth, I an the servant of the Creator, and the only one here who has, to my knowledge, witnessed them. Other than that... I suppose I enjoy reading and having a clean room."

  She then nodded to me for some reason. "What?" Everyone was looking at me. Do they want me to do what Eth just did? Introductions? Oh, I can do that.

  "Please, introduce yourself, Chaos." All of their eyes are on me, how embarrassing. My fur turns red, and starts to glow with a soft light. Fuck. I hate my hair. I turn into a anthropomorphic lizard-woman, the kind certain members of my former court would doubtlessly crave to romance. Yet, even in this form, without any hair or fur to speak of, my scales shifted as if a chameleon to coat my face in red and my body in a dizzying array of colors, expressed through my scales.

  "Oops," I say, shifting back to my human-like form with the long hair and pale skin, "I seem to have a theme. I'm Chaos, Goddess of insanity. Why do I know that? Because people have been telling me throughout my absolutely torturous life that 'you're crazy,' and 'nobody in their right mind would,' or 'please spare my family' but in hindsight, I think they were right! To everyone else, I am insane! So why the hell shouldn't I call myself so? I didn't get the chance to embrace it in my st life because of the crazy amount of responsibilities being empress brings, but this time, I'll live as my cranky old subconscious mind tells me to, with style! Honestly, there were so many things going on in my delusion of a life that I had no chance to deal with jack shit, so I ended up dying trying to get an ass to cooperate. Death really does put a lot of things into perspective, eh? Like the fact that he was so scared of me that he completely erased my old life from the world, and made me a fuckin' goddess, of all things! And who else would I be but the goddess of insanity? He never told me anything, so I'm just left here to specute, and a moniker of 'Chaos' seems very befitting of little old me, 'cuz I always do the unexpected. Always. Everyone's always so surprised. Don't be, just have some fun, or you might get hurt.

  "In other words, I'm y'all's mom, so y'all'll be respectin' me 'ya hear?"

  For a good twenty seconds after I finish speaking, not a single other person says anything, so I wait, hearing crickets somehow. I snap around, looking for the source of the sound, I haven't seen any living things other than us gods... what could have made that?

  I was about to bring it up to the others, but they don't seem to have heard the insect, and are also still silent from my tirade.

  Other people are so predictable.

  I head out to investigate.

  Aethernal